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Leaving Tonight
03:02
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I've slept under tables and I've played in the rain
I've served at the bar and I've cleaned out the drains
Somethings are certain to give you the blues
Rejected my advances, now I'm gonna shoot through
Wrote you letters and I sent you a friend request,
I guess that I hoped that I had the wrong address
'cause when I approached you that night in the bar
you said nothing about my protestations of love
So I'm leaving tonight, I'll be in Tailem Bend before morning light
Somewhere down the road I'll find some more pride
And try to forget what you said that last night
You interrupted my train of thought with your blue eyes, pigtails and knee high socks
Who would have predicted such a mean streak in you
I just can't stomach the public rebuke
So I'm leaving tonight, I'll be in Tailem Bend before morning light
Somewhere down the road I'll find some more pride
And try to forget what you said that last night
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Forgive Me
03:27
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They say there's no one left who remembers what it's like to sit down at a table with your loved ones, and your pistol locked up in town.
Well I took out the mean old governor, those cannibal hipster engineers.
See you gotta take chances when the times comes, start changing gears.
So we hit the road, we keep running, hoping to seize a belly full.
If this really is the apocalypse, why does this chicken taste so good?
Well the city it is overrun, so we are stealing through the woods.
Children growing up without their mothers, but with a fist and a knife and a gun.
Forgive me for what I've done, forgive me for what I've done.
I'm only trying to reach the next setting sun, trying to reach that sun.
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Crossfire
03:54
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Well, I'm going to take you down in the crossfire, I'm going to take you down. And there's no one in this town who's going to save you.
The girls have hired my hand to make things right, the girls have hired my hand to make things right. Well, you better put up, you better put up a fight. You better put up, you better put up a fight.
There's no more talking, there's no more talking to do.
You beat me, stirred up all my empty thoughts. Beat me, stirred up all my empty thoughts. Some crazy too, but you know it's not my choice.
Think I've got you running like a hare, I think I've got you running like a hare. My wounds have healed and I can smell your fear. My wounds have healed and I can smell your fear.
There's no more talking, there's no more talking.
The time for words has passed, the time for words has passed.
Well I'm going to take you down in the crossfire, I'm going to take you down. And there's no one in this town who's gonna save you. There's no one in the town who's going to save you.
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Peasant Moon Sydney, Australia
late-night folk & intimate, acoustic alt-country
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